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A Plethora of Fireworks
No, you've got to really feel it. You have to want it Emma, from the depths of desire. Make the sky pay. Think of it as your masterpiece and make the fireworks explode color over the canvas." Regina took a half step towards her, raising her hands toward the sky. "Like this."
Red magic burst from her palms, shot into the night sky like a bullet from a gun, and burst into a thousand small cracks of light.
"Wow," gasped Emma. She smiled and gaped at the same time as she gazed into the sky. "That's amazing, Regina."
"You have to think of the fireworks as tangible particles. Picture them in your mind in as much detail as you can. Bend them. Feel each particle flow through your veins. And then channel them towards your palms at once." Regina lowered her hands and turned toward the woman next to her. "Try again."
Emma looked into Regina's deep chocolate eyes and considered what she was directed to do. You have to want it Emma. Feel it. So she raised her hands to the sky, closed her eyes, and pictured a plethora of fireworks. In her mind, they were blue and white, and they lit the sky like a million small fires. From the depths of desire. And she began to feel what Regina was talking about. Each firework was tangible; each firework was made up of particles. Particles that flowed through her veins and were submissive to what Emma wanted of them. Each one could be controlled. So she pictured the particles all rushing together at once—like they were racing each other to burst through her palms first.
Regina's gasp came first, and shattered through the night with an echo that Emma would never be able to forget. Her eyes flicked open in an instant to discover streams of blue and white bursting from her palms. Then came the multitudes of cracks as she lit up the sky with innumerous displays of fireworks. As one would fizzle out, another would bang in its place.
"Yes, dear! That's it!" Regina laughed and stared into the sky. "Nicely done! You've got it!"
Emma laughed in unison with Regina and lowered her palms, cutting off the display in the sky. "Come on, Regina. Do it with me."
Emma watched as Regina's mouth began to open in protest, but then faltered, and it closed just as quickly. Without saying anything, Regina nodded once and raised her own hands to the sky.
"Ready?" Emma asked. "One. Two. Three."
And the two women proceeded to truly make the night sky their canvas. Cracks of color littered against every inch of black, turning the backdrop into splashes of white, red, and blue. Their magic shot from their palms, and instead of separate streams, the magic seemed to fuse together before reaching the sky, causing their colors to mix and turn into a glowing purple. Both women watched in awe, reveling in the new colors they were creating together.
Emma didn't quite understand how she was able to do this, to create something so beautiful so quickly. But then Regina's words formed in her mind:
Desire. Feel. Want.
Which seemed to make sense. Those things came naturally when she was around Regina.